The alarm clock rung
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Momma woke her out the bed
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She's gettin' dressed for school
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Puttin' barrettes in her head
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An honor roll student real smart
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That's what they said
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Every morning when she left
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Mom would cook her grits and eggs
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Pops worked two jobs
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To bring in the bread
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Momma stayed in the kitchen
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And kept her well fed
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Now here she go
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Quick to meet her friends
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At the bus stop
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On the avenue
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That's when the old Cadillac dropped
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The man that was drivin'
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Snatched her up around 8 o'clock
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While her friends and the bus driver
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Waitin' down the block
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No one heard her screamin'
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He turned the bass up a notch
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She was tampered with
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Second floor in an abandoned spot
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No telephone around
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So she couldn't call the cops
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He threw her in the bathroom
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Made sure the door was locked
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All she was thinkin'
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"Why me?" and "Will it stop?"
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All she was thinkin'
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"Why me?" and "Will it stop?"
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It's a damn shame
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Chorus:
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Damn shame
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That someone
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That someone would want to mess with you
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And you just can't get them out your mind
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Try to replace bad times with smiles
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Let it out
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Out right now
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I know it's hard to talk about
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You gotta keep going on with your life
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Letting it out
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Don't you let it back away
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The school bell rung
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For the first hour of school
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Her teacher called her moms
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Cuz she thinks she's skippin' school
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But if only they knew
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What was really goin' on
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She's cryin' for your help
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While y'all talkin' on the phone
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The teacher's on the wrong subject
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Sayin' that she think she grown
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Somebody call the police
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Damn callin' up Tyrone
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So her mother filed a report on her own
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This is the description that she gave what was known
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Fifteen
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She was last seen
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Standin' on the corner
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Eatin' ice cream
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At the bus stop
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On 10th Street and Milly Ave.
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Just a few feet
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From the spot
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Where she stayed
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Pink mini skirt
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And french braids
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Hundred-ten pounds
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What she weighed
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5 foot 2
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Eyes blue-grey
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Chorus
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Now back to the abandoned spot
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Where she's tryin' to pick the lock
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So he threw her in his 'lac
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Ridin' with the doors locked
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Drove her through the woods
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That was right around the block
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Dropped her off at the hospital
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In the parking lot
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The school bell rung
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For the end of a class
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At the same time
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She was runnin' in the flash
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To go and call her mother
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But her mother isn't there
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And when she finally seen her
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Speculation filled the air
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Her momma don't believe her
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She's keeps callin' her tricks and whores
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Sayin' I told you 'bout them older men before
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Her father didn't neither
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Afraid to face the sticks and stones
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And now she's searchin' for the grace to carry on
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It's a damn shame
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Chorus
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Let it go
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Let it go
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I know it's hard
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But you should let it go
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Life goes on and you should know
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If you let it go
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Let it go
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Let it go
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You should let it go
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I know you'll make it
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If you let it go
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Life goes on and you should know
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Let it go
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Let it go
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Let it go
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Let it go
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I know it's hard
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But you should let it go
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Life goes on and you should know
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If you let it go
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Let it go
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Tampered With
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Lisa "Left Eye" Lopez |